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Not so little anymore.

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She LOVES painting birdhouses. Wonderful gift!

Today I have a 7 year old. My little baby isn’t quite so little anymore. Seems like just yesterday she was hauling diaper across my backyard after she figured out how to run, now she’s in her last week of 1st grade. Not to mention the 5 inches she grew over winter.

She did have school today, but was thrilled she got to wear a birthday crown and the class sung to her. It’s the last week of school, so they have nothing but fun stuff to do. She was excited to go, where as I was kind of sad we didn’t get to spend the entire day together. Story of being a parent I guess.

After school and work we had a birthday party for her. My parents and step sister and brother came over for dinner. Despite the rainy beginning to the afternoon, the weather was warm and sunny, nice enough that we were able to grill and eat outside. My parents brought this adorable cake (pink inside in the shape of a 7) that Ashley really got a kick out of. She got plenty of gifts from all of us, a lot of outside toys and sports equipment which is just what she wanted. Grandpa and Grandma got her into painting birdhouses last year and surprised her with two new ones, paint and a paintbrush set. I think she was most excited about those. That or the pair of roller skates I got her that she refused to take off. She was definitely a happy girl, which made my long day at work worth it.

I think the cutest thing though was her garden. Ry put up a little white picket fence around a corner of our yard and let her plant a ton of sunflowers. We even made her a sign and hung her gardening tools on it. Then they stayed up late around a fire talking, her request over the weekend. Listening to them just melts my heart. She loves him so much it’s adorable. I’m glad she has such a great father figure in her life.

Speaking of fathers, or DNA donors. Her biological father sent some cheap gift again. The fool hasn’t talked to her in more than a year, hasn’t seen her in more than three years, and hasn’t paid child support but just once in 5 years and still has the gall to send a crappy $10 gift. Not even a card this time, at least last year she got a card with some sob story about his phone being shut off (read: he was getting married and having another kid). I don’t know what I’m going to do. I had been giving her the gifts her sends but last year I found it in the trash shortly after. She hasn’t even asked about him since her last birthday, and only mentioned him once when she asked if it was okay if Ry was her step daddy since she didn’t have a real one. (Which yes, I explained that she did in fact have one, but that it was up to her who she considered her Daddy or step daddy, and just reiterated that family is about love, not just blood.)

I’ll have to think on it. She’s a happy, well adjusted kid, and I hate to disrupt that. Eh. We all know I’ll fork it over, and keep my lips sealed about all the nasty things I want to say against her father. The wonderful thing about children? They remember who was there for them, who wiped their tears, kissed the owwies and who reads the bedtime stories. She’ll come to her own conclusions (or rather reiterate them again and again as she gets older) and until then and beyond we’ll continue to be there to support her and love her to pieces.

I just hope Tim realizes that he’s doing her more harm than anything and just stops interrupting her life with cheap gifts. She’s happy and deserves to stay that way.

Anyway, she had a lovely party, and I enjoyed seeing my family. Noodle is all tucked in bed and it’s back to school tomorrow. Here’s to another wonderful year with a wonderful little girl.